Ken Mauer came here to chew bubblegum and give technical fouls. And he’s all out of bubblegum.

So don’t even think about mouthing off to the fiery Minnesotan — yes, those exist — because he’ll T you up, right quick. And definitely don’t act on your silly contemplation. Because if you do say something, that’s a one-way ticket to Showersburgh, courtesy of Whistles McMauer. Kurt Rambis found that out the hard way.

There’s a new sheriff in town and his name’s Ken Mauer. Shape up, punks.